She handed the bag over cheerfully, "Thank you, kindly." Her smile was bright as she nodded to both of the fellows, then moved to stand closer to Quentin who was the only one that actually held her interest in the way Gareth Scott was thinking. She did not say anything to indicate that, however. She said, "I'm ready." She was blissfully unaware of what that toad sucking slimeball was thinking about, and she was far too busy being nice to people than to pay attention to any petulance of his that might exude from his pores like puss from a blemish. She ignored him for the most part.